A desilate wisper of emotion tingles each wim of mine. Broken at will call ive been struck by my own flesh. Each tear cried not in mental pain but the physical plunder placed upon me. And i still stand alone, so curled in a dark coner even my love recieves frustration. And i apologize yes but for my wronging no.... because i did not fray myself. Its an atracting differance in course for me. A will to whimper in my descretion. Turn your head like the rest of them because sympathy makes me weak. I watched that blade lay upon the satin pillow of anguish next to me. I learned that blade and all its stories. But i did not tempt the blade, for my skin has ran to many incounters before. And i the worthless being of soul have something to live for now. A someone that actually cares for me as a person. And i thank him for giving me his greatfull time. But it does not change my soul tainted and crying in the corner of a haunted heart. Dont touch me im viral to your impresionable mind. Watch the pretty little mistake from a distance and prettend to fool. The decent little girl black with the dirt fed to her by hand. watch me mumble my createns tounge to death. I will always be here...